Just a few tweaks to a holiday gift.\u00a0 Time spent:\u00a0 a lunch, an hour after dinner, a morning coffee break–a lifetime of New Years’ wishes.<\/p>\n
Happy Holidays everyone.<\/p>\n
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you asked me for a poem. A clever and brazen
\nrequest. It\u2019s not so easy. Poems come and go. Fly
\nlike rage into the night; pink elephants big and heavy,
\nsobering. How to write a show poem full of dance
\nand song. Happy is a place I know, though who would believe it?
\nWords run amok telling stories bound in anger; reactions.
\n I am safe inside a poem.
\nOutside, when the wind blows bullets, I hunker low
\neat silence, not so brave. Today,
\nI ask forgiveness. Talk and write from a gentle heart,
\nmy gut recovering slowly. Forgive me for not knowing
\nthe devil in men sooner than later. But do you believe
\nin fate? The world spins so quickly. I was afraid
\nI would be left dying, pronounced imperfect, immoral.
\nIf intuitively I could have recognized love\u2019s imperfections,
\ninstead of believing because someone says he loves you
\nhe loves you. Some clich\u00e9s are to be taken seriously actions
\nspeak louder than words (this is not about you). To speak\/action.
\nNot to speak\/inaction. A poet needs words, has faith in words.
\nYou have asked for a poem. Here it is. You have said tell me
\nso I understand. Thank you. So here it is. You, I have taken
\nslowly. Cautious. Devil and angel. I embrace you, trustworthy,
\nwith wild enthusiasm. I don\u2019t expect devil to harm, nor angel
\nto deceive. Still, I won\u2019t imagine conclusions because
\nI am not seeking endings. In answer to your question, yes,
\nI believe in fate; I also believe in choice. Thank you
\nfor the conversation, please, more. Curiosity
\nis the Christmas gift I give to both of us. <\/p>\n
Sherry Quan Lee
\nCopyright, December 21, 2009<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Just a few tweaks to a holiday gift.\u00a0 Time spent:\u00a0 a lunch, an hour after dinner, a morning coffee break–a lifetime of New Years’ wishes. Happy Holidays everyone. XXXXXXXXXXX you asked me for a poem. A clever and brazen request. It\u2019s not so easy. Poems come and go. Fly like …<\/p>\n